[center] [img] https://i.imgur.com/K9dXELV.png [/img] [/center] [h3][center] Divine Descending Denouement (DDD) Hot Spring, Main Lobby, Foreigner’s Lowlands [/center][/h3] [@breo] [@manythings] [@addamas] [@Cu Chulainn] “Don’t come back too late. If you come late to the meeting I’ll be upset,” Benita called out to Gin as he left, waving a handkerchief in his direction as he left. Gin would probably be fine. After all, his new shades looked pretty cool. The “older sister”’ had business to take care of. Whatever it was, even if Benita did think of Gin as a cool individual, it was little to her concern. But regardless of what he did, Benita was sure he would be a star. A gangster. … A Gangstar? As Gin had left, Benita finally turned towards Sofia, whom of which had a few questions for Benita. Being the rather straightforward type, Benita saw no gain from lying to the person before her and began to speak. “You mentioned allies … I suppose I wouldn’t consider us allies. After all, I had just attempted to murder you hardly a day ago. My goal is to simply grant the Matous the victory I was asked to provide them. Regardless of my recent changes, I am a lady of principles. And my actions there should not waver from this path. Truthfully, I have no grand wish for the Grail. I am not someone designed to be a magus, regardless of my skill as a mage, so I have no desire for that swirl of nothing so many lose themselves over. I have no deeper motivations than that.” Benita was blunt in her statement. But everything that she said seemed genuine. SOmething that she considered to be completely infallible in her conception. She did not consider the girl, Sofia Whitehall, to be an ally in the same regard as she considered the Matou to be. In fact, Benita was against the whole conception of this alliance. To place a target above the head of an already massive target would be foolish. Regardless of her stance on the matter, she would serve the role of a weapon properly for the head of the Matou estate. “That being said, if you were to ask me if I see you as an “enemy” in this grail war, I’d hardly find you to be a dubious individual. From what you have told me, I do not believe you would threaten my goals in the end, so the conflict we had was merely a misunderstanding of the situation if what you said was true.” “If I may, I don’t think you to be the brightest bulb in the bunch, regardless of what my stance is on your actions if your claimed ‘accident’ was truthful.” Benita’s wryness in her conversation regarding her stance on the girl before her seemed to transition to a more flippant tone. After all, regardless of what her personal opinion was on the matter. Perhaps in an abstraction of the situation, a person with Benita’s perception would consider the macabre actions taken to be rather comical in hindsight. Her anger was drawn out merely from circumstances, therefore the superficial high she had felt from it was long forgotten as of Benita’s current self. Perhaps if Achilles arrived earlier or her view of the fight were to have been different, circumstances could have lead to other such actions taken by both parties. And while this thought of Sofia as perhaps not the smartest Master in the war, she had a feeling that her genuineness, as if a child. “Besides, I think my Servant would be upset if I tried anything against you. I feel he might take those things too seriously, but at the very least I can say that I have no intentions of harming you, and so long as you feel the same way, I do not see a reason to conflict with your actions. And as long as we don’t fully book this resort, I see no reason not to allow you use of that spare room, so long as you act within reason. Of course, you may leave if you wish. If Achilles told me not to harm you, then I shall not act against that interest. That being said, careful about entering the water here. There are some dangers one needs to consider.” While Benita seemed mostly cold in her assessment, it was clear that she was not hostile towards Sofia. Perhaps it was just not easy for her to easily display her emotions, but what was clear was that Benita did not consider the girl before her an enemy, nor did she have any intention of fighting in the foreseeable future, so long as she kept herself in line. In addition to this, Benita, as a Master, was peering into the conflict arising between Darius and Achilles. [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FzFPmx96nnA ] Benita could not believe the noble phantasm she was seeing from the opposing Servant. It was macabre. [/url] The fight against the loser king. The person who had lost his entire kingdom to someone who claimed to be the descendant of her very Servant. Benita began to call to her Servant through the mental link the two shared. [s] Another episode of “what heroic spirit did Achilles piss off this time’. Your host, Benita Garibaldi.[/s] “Achilles, you are to return to base. Enough playtime. Your Master cannot take this constant foolery.” A simple demand Benita called into action against her Servant before the maddened king of Persia could even consider leaving his territory. A command t5o the Servant known to disregard all others around him in favor of his own pleasure and interests. However, his constant state of fighting was to Achilles’ Master a nuisance. Not only because of his actions drawing ire from others. That was what Benita specialized at, after all. The actual tactics used by her Servant were unquestionably reasonable to her perception of autonomous action between the two parties. [quote]“Lancer, I am not looking for a flashy victory. If you cannot defeat this Servant within a few moments, I want to retreat.” [/quote] Those words she spoke as the first orders barked during combat. Perhaps at the time Achilles might have presumed they were simply orders from his Master to direct him in combat, but this was to ensure victory in the conflict. Killing the Servant of the Einzberns would have done nothing and would have had a substantial cost. A Servant of Lancer Prime’s caliber required an exceptional amount of prana to sustain. Even without his chariots, which acted in a manner that would completely reduce Achilles’ effectiveness in terms of combat, he still held several high-ranking noble phantasms that constantly drained from his magical energy supply, thusly affecting his Master in such a way. Currently, Benita was not in a position of danger, weighing the advantages of continuing the fight to her own survival ability to allow Achilles to go all out in this situation, the answer became clear in her mind. From the start, she never wished for a flashy, awe-inspiring Servant like the legendary hero of the Trojan war for a Servant. Her mentality was original to serve others, after all. A Caster or an Assassin would better relate to that previously mentioned mentality, after all. Not the Lancer of the Golden Armor; the swiftest feet ever to walk the earth. “Do not force my hand on this matter.” For a moment, Benita considered enforcing this command with the mantras upon her hand; the proof of her contract with her Servant, but eventually decided against it. Of course, if he would refuse her request, she would be forced to enact one of them. However, she would never force her Servant to do an action he did not see fit. “While I have no qualms about you defeating your opponent, nor resistance to your actions, I would like for you to consider it a personal request from your Master. Return to me, Lancer Prime. Regardless of the outcome, the spear you covet is already gone.” But one final option was presented by Benita to Achilles. Something that pained her to come to this conclusion, but regardless of this aspect, she was not the sort to waver from such a commitment she had made between herself and her Servant. “If you’d wish to take the life of your opponent, then I shall accept the fate that awaits me. We are partners, after all. I told you when we met I was willing to die for this war.” [center] [img] https://i.imgur.com/oSKE9ye.png [/img] [h3] Guinavyr von Pengsch Outside DDD, Foreigner’s Lowlands. [/h3][/center] [@Seirei No Hai] Not that the Guinavyr cared in the slightest about these actions against the people in front of her. She was not called into the battlefield to fight; likely would have refused to do so if that was the case. After all, she had someone that would be very sad not to see her return home in her life. Even if this mission could be dangerous, it was unlikely that someone would act in such a brash manner, right? The Mafia before the Penguin were assaulted by some sort of blur that even Guinavyr could not see. Not because of a lack of capacity too, but because they were, at this time, deeply entranced by something in their hands. A note of some sort with text written in a beautiful script that seemed to show a well-off upbringing. The penguin before the Mafia members asking to enter the hot springs was looking at a sheet of paper, nervously looking around and around As if the Penguin familiar had some sort of dark secret they were trying to prevent others from learning, embarrassment thinly concealed by an attempt of stoicism. “W-what is your name? A-Are all of you Masters?" A cute voice bellowed out of the penguin as it asked Enzo and his goons for their name. There was no way that they would all be allowed into the facility. Benita had direct, simple instructions laid out to Guinavyr. Something she wished to follow to the exact letter of such. [center] [img]https://static2.fjcdn.com/comments/Did+i+stutter+dood+what+are+you+dense+are+you+_d333b93552b939467e20fea3b3c4c6af.png [/img] [h3] Emperor Pengaeologus VII Outside the church, Hilltop Church [/h3][/center] [@floodtalon] Pengaeologus VII was not the sort to play games. Even if he was still a grunt in regards to ranking, he was still a rather seasoned familiar, often being called upon to clean up messes left behind by, in his own words, that absolute moron Pinkheironuínos. It was almost as if he was purposely designed to be a defect by their creator. … No way. Pengaeologus VII did not believe their exalted creator would have such a twisted sense of humor. But that was neither here nor there. Before him was A clockwork man with a botched plan. A push from Pengaeologus. it was a simple playful tug in the mind of Pengaeologus, but regardless, he did not seem too keen on joining the D4R1U5 on his adventure. He was not here to play and have fun like that ‘other’ familiar. He took his profession rather seriously. And while it could be considered a “hostile” action, it was simply an honest reaction from a penguin who has seen his fair share of silliness in his lifetime. “I don’t like to be touched, and I don’t care for your games, metal man. Consider that a warning, iron giant!” Pengaeologus said, taking out a cigar he had in his parcel, lighting it with his trusty box of matches, and blowing out a huge drag from the cigar. This would have likely been a cool moment in any other circumstance. … But regardless of age and design, Pengaeologus still had a cute, penguin voice as if he were the mascot of a magical girl anime.